Common sense is lost go down.
Zannie squirmed at the delicious feelings channeled through Ain's treatment, she reacted crumpling the bed until it was as tangled as her brain. She lay down resigned to taking whatever intention was offered.
The tingling feeling returned, the nimble tongue slipped into the small hole, Ain's cheeks forming a concave shape consequence slurped up a slick. Obscene sounds filled the room so Zannie covered her ears to block out a dirty sound that was entering the auditory nerves.
"Ain please."
When a glob of slick rushed out Zannie's breath hitched, she didn't understand what she wanted and was even confused and didn't know what to do. The sensation of being drained of slick was more terrifying than being drained of blood even though Zannie had never been in that situation. She usually kills and then eats the victim's flesh.
"Ain!"
